Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.